This is a song about "Jack phelps"

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

The reality is i don't know jack

The third one is mixed, white and black

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

I promise i'mma call you back