This is a song about "Jack powney"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

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

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

If he does my soul to keep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

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