This is a song about "Jack nicholson"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Just grab a jack, and relax

If i don't make that man there dance

Ain't even tryna hold back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

But if i do, like nicholson smother me with a pillow.

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow