This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Just grab a jack, and relax

Now if you give us a chance

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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