This is a song about "Molly and jack"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

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

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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