This is a song about "Jack treaure"

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Just grab a jack, and relax

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine