This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Jack sparrow those who feed off from the trash and soot like maggots

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter