This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

And sipping the jack they pass

Little light in the ass

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Oops, i'm so sorry

Then i will fuck with molly