This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Just grab a jack, and relax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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