This is a song about "Jack streeter"

We kung-fu that jack black/

In the house, holla back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

This is samurai jack

That moschino shit is so back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

The reality is i don't know jack

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit