This is a song about "Jack o the cunt"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

The reality is i don't know jack

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Get the ass shots right

Jack your wheels at the red light

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag