This is a song about "Jack cox"

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,