This is a song about "Jack s ego"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

My ego is shattered, my heart is captured.

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

I’ll get you an ego

I hit the studio

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

The reality is i don't know jack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

But failure's not an option, jack