This is a song about "Jack nicholson"

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

The third one is mixed, white and black

The reality is i don't know jack

And sipping the jack they pass

Baby got that super bass

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat