This is a song about "Jack aiken"

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

I'm about to snap

We kung-fu that jack black/

Make the fingers snap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I can get straight to the cash

And sipping the jack they pass

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/