This is a song about "Jack butler"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

The crown ruler is back

But failure's not an option, jack

Gotta make that cash

And sipping the jack they pass

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

When that money calls i holla back

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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