This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that