This is a song about "Jack holdsworth"

The reality is i don't know jack

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

I was born to do the damn thing

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

And sipping the jack they pass

Lights will flash, cars will crash