This is a song about "Jack johnson"

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I ain't interested in fame

But failure's not an option, jack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

The dead society of a poet

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

We kung-fu that jack black/

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack