This is a song about "Jack turner"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Just grab a jack, and relax

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back