This is a song about "Jack streeter"

And sipping the jack they pass

Little light in the ass

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Jack your wheels at the red light

A low life's plight

And i got that bait, they all bad

But failure's not an option, jack

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

You, you, you have to pay for that

"im not saying jack shit"

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store