This is a song about "Jack simmons"

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Quick flipping up sexy back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Just grab a jack, and relax

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack