This is a song about "Jack turner"

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Through all the rain and the pain

Jack off on beats, they're so slain

I work hard for everything i get

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

A low life's plight

Jack your wheels at the red light

The reality is i don't know jack

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back