This is a song about "Jack webb"

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Ha my mojo back

We kung-fu that jack black/

But failure's not an option, jack

Bring that shit the fuck back

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Jack your wheels at the red light

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

The reality is i don't know jack

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split