This is a song about "Jack the fuck head"

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

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

The rhythm gets into your head.

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

The ear worms in my head,

If your man want to bet

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.