This is a song about "Molly and jack"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Blood drippin they beefin and dissin they claiming but they all missing the point/

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

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

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