This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just grab a jack, and relax

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then i will fuck with molly