This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Just grab a jack, and relax

He just get her bigger bags