This is a song about "Jack the r"

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

This freestyle ain't for the weak, strictly r rated

U r the ass who made me learn...

I killed my manager with an iron

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,

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

All my nigears r in the projects

Jack your wheels at the red light

Were running wild tonight