This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag