This is a song about "Jack streeter"

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just grab a jack, and relax

You're not usin' your brain

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

The reality is i don't know jack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,