This is a song about "Jack in the box"

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Tick tock, the day i tell a lie you can put me in a box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

To give me a listen. but if my shit was in the juke box would anyone pick it?