This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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