This is a song about "Jack with sandles"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

I promise i'mma call you back

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And sipping the jack they pass

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

The reality is i don't know jack

"im not saying jack shit"

Razor grips, laser spit