This is a song about "Jack shreiber"

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

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

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit