This is a song about "Jack smelling bad"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

"im not saying jack shit"

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Fell asleep in first class

And sipping the jack they pass

This is samurai jack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

The reality is i don't know jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back