This is a song about "Jack the r"

The reality is i don't know jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

When love comes callin', don’t love back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

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

She like nigga yeah right

Jack your wheels at the red light

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

All my nigears r in the projects

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Baby, you got that super bass

And sipping the jack they pass