This is a song about "Jack streeter"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

I know the world been waiting for that

Walk blind into a line or fight

Jack your wheels at the red light

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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