This is a song about "Jack breaking his hand by punching a wall because his girlfriend left him"

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

I feel like i'm breaking out of a wall,

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

The blood in his veins made him stick to a blue tat

Well she left him never spoke, not even a reply to his facebook poke,

Hold in the truth for so long that you eventually explode!

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Who turns a cold shoulder to him and his ego

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

His conscience can take him to his grave

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

His conscience can take him to his grave