This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

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

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

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

420 your a bitch your flow is wack and your a complete lmae faggot you dont live in detroit

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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