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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

And sipping the jack they pass

So chase the air hide your stash

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness