This is a song about "Jack my boy"

And california on that jerk shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

When that money calls i holla back

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I walkin alone, i talkin my tone, i am leaving i'm outta here jack

This is samurai jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Screaming at my ass like boy you better win,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

A decoy, my raps'll leave you trapped in defeat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy