This is a song about "Jack streeter"

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

But failure's not an option, jack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit