This is a song about "Jack dahl"

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

The reality is i don't know jack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Just grab a jack, and relax

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her