This is a song about "Jacks arse"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

Dont even lie you lick cock and arse,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Looka this punk jumping back 'n forth jumping jacks trying to show some effort

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard