This is a song about "Molly and jack"

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Oops, i'm so sorry

Then i will fuck with molly

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

Just grab a jack, and relax

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,