This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Then i will fuck with molly

So fast, can't copy