This is a song about "Jack smith"

And sipping the jack they pass

She graduated top of the class

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

We kung-fu that jack black/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You, you, you have to pay for that

"im not saying jack shit"

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

She michael jackson bad

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back