This is a song about "Jack solo"

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

She asked if i was riding solo

Round my motherfuckin way

Using solo cups as an ash tray

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Goin' solo, as always,

Baby, you got that super bass

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Little light in the ass

And sipping the jack they pass

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

That moschino shit is so back

But failure's not an option, jack