This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Living out of bags

Just grab a jack, and relax

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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