This is a song about "Jacks moms sweaty vagina"

To seize everything you ever wanted

O wait...your moms already did/

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

I remember waking to my moms

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

My kick game be making fifa envy

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Here i go again, falling in love

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs