This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,

See, it's something about commitment though

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Just grab a jack, and relax