This is a song about "Jacks mother"

A metaphor, for the insecure

Currently back livin with my mother

I hate you and your mother,

Of impactful things one can ask for

I got something you've been waiting for

Inhospitable like your mother

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Stop it if you scared

Mother fucker i'm blessed

Better for your mother

What is hittin' for

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

No wonder why mother

How simple they are