This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Just grab a jack, and relax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

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

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister