This is a song about "Jack you a facet you know salami the real killa"

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Because you motherfuckin' niggas know i've been so real,

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

And if you a real nigga dont need to lettem know/ you know who you are

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I can call that bitch to make me a cheese and salami

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Smoke ? you know it taste good