This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

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/

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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