This is a song about "Jack anderson"

Just grab a jack, and relax

For setting up traps

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

The reality is i don't know jack

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And i got that bait, they all bad

But failure's not an option, jack

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

"im not saying jack shit"