This is a song about "Molly and jack"

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness