This is a song about "Jill"

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I got a bitch to fuck, her name is jill

Some sink but others it's quick an simple, like jack and jill bein nimble

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

To bag and score, told me her name was jill so i raped her/