This is a song about "Molly and jack"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

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,

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

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

Except she's got a little more ass

And sipping the jack they pass