This is a song about "Jack alexander metherall"

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

The reality is i don't know jack

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Not only had the fiend died

Jack your wheels at the red light