This is a song about "Jack jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And you all will respect that

"im not saying jack shit"

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

And this will be the song that we sing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,