This is a song about "Jack lynch"

This is samurai jack

Don’t you be holding back

Brotha lynch may be mean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

We kung-fu that jack black/

There's crack, there's crack

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Aw man, it's been a ride

Jack your wheels at the red light

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

The reality is i don't know jack

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack