This is a song about "Jack cox"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

But failure's not an option, jack

"im not saying jack shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

More money that mean less sleep

Jack your wheels at the red light

Time ain't on her side

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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