This is a song about "Jack william"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson

Jack your wheels at the red light

Cause another innocent died

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

The reality is i don't know jack

Just grab a jack, and relax

For setting up traps

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because