This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

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

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit