This is a song about "Molly and jack"

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

So chase the air hide your stash

And sipping the jack they pass

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag