This is a song about "Molly and jack"

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

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

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

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Then i will fuck with molly

But make sure if they do see

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And sipping the jack they pass

Baby, you got that super bass