This is a song about "Jack powney"

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

The reality is i don't know jack

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Light skinned women, all sex everything

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Jack your wheels at the red light

Ain't that how black's do it, right

It's been nothing but pain

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

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

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit