This is a song about "Jack treaure"

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

But failure's not an option, jack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

The reality is i don't know jack

"im not saying jack shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit