This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Just grab a jack, and relax

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot