This is a song about "Jack butler"

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Make the fingers snap

We kung-fu that jack black/

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

But failure's not an option, jack

When that money calls i holla back

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap