This is a song about "Jack cassista"

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Just grab a jack, and relax

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Ha my mojo back

We kung-fu that jack black/

And sipping the jack they pass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for