This is a song about "Ugly jack"

Telling themselves they ugly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This is samurai jack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

A teen with ugly braces

Pocket racked up all big faces

Just grab a jack, and relax

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

But failure's not an option, jack

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

Wetter than a swish and i never miss