This is a song about "Jack being fat"

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Bring that shit the fuck back

You said also i was fat

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

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

Rolling while im blowing this stash

And sipping the jack they pass

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring