This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Then i will fuck with molly

I'm going back to cali

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong