This is a song about "Jack simmons"

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

The reality is i don't know jack

And sipping the jack they pass

You can't be wiping your ass

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I'm going off the top of the brain