This is a song about "Jack my boy"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

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

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy