This is a song about "Jack glinisky"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

But failure's not an option, jack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

The reality is i don't know jack

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat