This is a song about "Jacks arse"

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I would have been a totally different person

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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

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