This is a song about "Jack reed"

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Twista finna get up on the track

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Jack sparrow bitch, i laugh, last, an surpass expectation.

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack