This is a song about "Jacks"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow