This is a song about "Jill valentine"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I got a bitch to fuck, her name is jill

Of pleasure, jill you did great

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

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

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will