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

I think you just don't know what it is for real

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

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

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You know im right, carnage was the real man to me

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

The reality is i don't know jack

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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