This is a song about "Jack being anorexic"

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love