This is a song about "Molly and jack"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And sipping the jack they pass

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

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

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint