This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Jack sparrow those who feed off from the trash and soot like maggots

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

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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