This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Then i will fuck with molly

But make sure if they do see

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Girl, you got me in a trance

Just grab a jack, and relax

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket