This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Then i will fuck with molly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see