This is a song about "Jack the fuck head"

Jack your wheels at the red light

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bill's, cops looking for us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

My voice make her wet

The numbers burst my head

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

This bitch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Before she fuck with ya head

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

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

My god come before this bread

The ear worms in my head,