This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

Now if you give us a chance

Just grab a jack, and relax

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,