This is a song about "Jack chan"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Just grab a jack, and relax

For setting up traps

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

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

And sipping the jack they pass

So much class, double d’s and ass

But failure's not an option, jack

To get them niggas while they laid back

Jack sparrow bitch, i laugh, last, an surpass expectation.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for