This is a song about "Molly and jack"

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Just grab a jack, and relax

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong