This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

And sipping the jack they pass

Got my foot on the gas

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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