This is a song about "Jacks"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks