Bitch I be that introverted pimp

I been roaming with a stick limp

These bitches all up on me but I hit 'em with the hit stick

You nitwit, I been shit

You pussy motherfuckers lame

Rocking fucking Preme and BAPE and all y'all look the fucking same

And fuck the game, I find it unavailing just to call it one

I'm getting callings from the major league and then to home I run

And loaded gun ain't saving all your homies in a battle man

I'm driving home and hoping I can graze up with some cattle man

And make 'em fatter for a fatter patty sitting on my platter

Fatty me is getting real excited, this a thing that matter to me

Who be living disregarding any other man?

It's Jacket Man the hooligan, I do it if I think I can

And if I can I take a chance

And baby can I have this dance?

I usually don't get up for shit, but liquor got me in a trance

I'm prancing 'round the dance hall

I'm laughing 'til my pants fall

I'm running to the fucking men's room puking last stall

I'm thinking that it's the last call for some drinks in this bitch

And I'm itching for bitches, not acting myself

And I'm thinking 'bout copping some drinks for my shelf

Then I'm thinking 'bout what it could do to my health and my wealth

And a whole lot of other things

I finish my chicken wings

With the stealth of a killer I creep out the function

What you just did? Ain't no need for discussion

Roll up a blunt and it's filled with the fire

Already high but can't wait to get higher

Boy looking fly but your boy looking flyer

Wonder when Jacket da Pimp'll retire

Loner for hire, skrt of the tire

Wishing I gave this bitch my number

Tryna lay the motherfucking piping prior to my slumber