This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them