This is a song about "Jack monis"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

The reality is i don't know jack

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

And she would do anything for everything

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

But failure's not an option, jack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Bitch you should see my wallet

"im not saying jack shit"