This is a song about "Jack beatey"

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Then play you all my latest shit

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Jack your wheels at the red light

Which you know i'm different, right

Bring that shit the fuck back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,