This is a song about "Lumber jack"

I don't want it on my back

This is samurai jack

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

The reality is i don't know jack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Jack your wheels at the red light

To take all those wrongs and make them right

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I feel like another pile of lumber

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad