This is a song about "Jack hunt school"

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Times like this i remember the hunt

Closet the size of your apartment

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

The reality is i don't know jack

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

But failure's not an option, jack

She michael jackson bad

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

Wit my kin that i came in wit

"im not saying jack shit"