This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

And tricks will pull stunts on you out their hats like jack rabbits,

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market