This is a song about "Jack shreiber"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

The reality is i don't know jack

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

Just grab a jack, and relax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags