This is a song about "Molly pack"

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

She always comin back

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Are you fucking on molly you'll get a blowjob from cyrus,

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

May just gon' bring hobo back

Like zack trying to pack

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Then i will fuck with molly