This is a song about "Jack nicholson"

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Indubitably i'm too street

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

From where gorillas territorial for inches

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

I can barely wipe my ass

And sipping the jack they pass

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit