This is a song about "Jack hull"

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

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

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

I can smell it when i go outside

Jack your wheels at the red light

I ain't interested in fame

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.