This is a song about "Jack the killer"

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

The reality is i don't know jack

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

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

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

He's like jack in the box, nobody noticed him

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option