This is a song about "Jack cox"

And i must admit

"im not saying jack shit"

I'm going off the top of the brain

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

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

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

I don't want it on my back

We kung-fu that jack black/

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

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

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

After all the cocks you gargled, we'll let you off with a discount, cox bundle.

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And sipping the jack they pass