This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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