This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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