This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Some sink but others it's quick an simple, like jack and jill bein nimble

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit