This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Jack sparrow those who feed off from the trash and soot like maggots

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

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,

So boys sit back and relax cause you gettin the same shit you gave us

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Some sink but others it's quick an simple, like jack and jill bein nimble