This is a song about "Jack the loser"

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

It ain't no hope for the future

And that fear made me into a loser

Otherwise i'll see a loser

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I promise i'mma call you back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac