This is a song about "Molly and jack"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then i will fuck with molly

While i'm rubbing on that ass

And sipping the jack they pass

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But it's still cool just to dream man because

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And i ain't gonna bitch about it and not do jack shit/