This is a song about "Jack scoins"

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Yeah, the sex in the sack

He's goin back, leave the road, jack