This is a song about "Jack b"

Don’t you be holding back

We kung-fu that jack black/

See i'm breathing for a purpose

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

U about to get murdered b

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Bet i'm heavy with that

"im not saying jack shit"

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

When i was starving now it's payback