This is a song about "Jack johnson"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

And sipping the jack they pass

No one-half and i hate math

The reality is i don't know jack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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