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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

I don't know, obviously i disappear

It's the set, you know we real, my weapons only steel

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

You know you messing with a real nigga.

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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