This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

And not a copy

Then i will fuck with molly

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us