This is a song about "Jack jones"

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

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

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

And sipping the jack they pass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash