This is a song about "Jack has crabs"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

The reality is i don't know jack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Just grab a jack, and relax

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,