This is a song about "Jack simmons"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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

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

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

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

The reality is i don't know jack

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat