This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

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

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

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

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get