This is a song about "Jack browns"

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

We kung-fu that jack black/

I can't turn back

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

"im not saying jack shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

The reality is i don't know jack

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

A division rivalry, push me browns fuckas and see what i will be

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store