This is a song about "Jack o the cunt"

The reality is i don't know jack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

This bitch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat

I drop o after o of the loud,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Indubitably i'm too street

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow