This is a song about "Jack glinisky"

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Time after time, again and again

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

And california on that jerk shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

The reality is i don't know jack

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for