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

Nto a broad. why you so narrow,. fuckin cookey jack sparrow,

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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

The reality is i don't know jack

And you know its real when you see an imperfect person perfectly

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Look, just remember how that winning taste

That's right i know you don't do real estate

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Better than your bitch would