This is a song about "Jack my boy"

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Even helped my boy along

Heh, if the autotune's gone

But failure's not an option, jack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

There's crack, there's crack

This is samurai jack

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back