This is a song about "Molly and jack"

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Some sink but others it's quick an simple, like jack and jill bein nimble

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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 put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Together all the timethought it was true love

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Then i will fuck with molly