This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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