This is a song about "Jack smelling bad"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Yo, i'll bet she be back

We kung-fu that jack black/

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

And sipping the jack they pass

Except she's got a little more ass