This is a song about "Jack being anorexic"

The reality is i don't know jack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Just grab a jack, and relax

The door crack, niggas all black

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Quick flipping up sexy back

This is samurai jack

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back