This is a song about "Jack bray"

And you're, approaching me right

Jack your wheels at the red light

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

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

And sipping the jack they pass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

In the house, holla back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

The reality is i don't know jack

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag