This is a song about "Jack webster"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit