This is a song about "Molly and jack"

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

And not a copy

Then i will fuck with molly

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

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