This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Some sink but others it's quick an simple, like jack and jill bein nimble

Jack sparrow those who feed off from the trash and soot like maggots

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali