This is a song about "Jacks a nazi"

Who knows what the

Yup you got a lot a

But somehow it made them listen

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Puffing the bomb green watch me i'm a nazi,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks