This is a song about "Jack holdsworth"

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

The reality is i don't know jack

And sipping the jack they pass

And when it come to the cash