This is a song about "Jack richards"

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/