This is a song about "Jack bower"

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

The reality is i don't know jack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

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

Just grab a jack, and relax

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

"im not saying jack shit"

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Jack your wheels at the red light