This is a song about "Jack scoins"

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Jack your wheels at the red light

Goddamn, the boy's back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

This is samurai jack

Wonder if they take it all back

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Jack off on beats, they're so slain