This is a song about "Jack shit"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And sipping the jack they pass

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

She always comin back

This is samurai jack