This is a song about "Jack miller"

The reality is i don't know jack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Wanna make a track with mac miller

Good love then i can do that for her

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

And sipping the jack they pass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

I'll drink a miller, get iller, then crack jokes like phyllis diller

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her