This is a song about "Jack ducks a massive dick"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

As my record label nitpicks at this

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood