This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I'mma live and die in cali

Then i will fuck with molly

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

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

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

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

And sipping the jack they pass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Just grab a jack, and relax