This is a song about "Jack single gym cooper pooper nonce"

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

And if i want to go outside

I’ll be there every single night

You can't be wiping your ass

And sipping the jack they pass

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

That moschino shit is so back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class