This is a song about "Jack bower"

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Well rick james, maury jane

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And sipping the jack they pass

So much class, double d’s and ass

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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