This is a song about "Jack the giant"

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Jack your wheels at the red light

But there's nothing else inside

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,