This is a song about "Jack stanners"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

The reality is i don't know jack

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

But failure's not an option, jack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Another love song about shit

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I'm going off the top of the brain

Just grab a jack, and relax

He just get her bigger bags