This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Just grab a jack, and relax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb