This is a song about "Molly and jack"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

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

Got my foot on the gas

And sipping the jack they pass

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness