This is a song about "Jack johnson"

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Just grab a jack, and relax

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax