This is a song about "Jacks weak leg"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

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

Chew off my leg and my motherfucker finger,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

You must give up your shit is weak

You say my lines were weak,

Sometimes i think, what i need

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

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