This is a song about "Jack streeter"

Blow trees like a hurricane

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Jack your wheels at the red light

I can smell it when i go outside

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket