This is a song about "Jackin off"

Blasting off and slacking off/

Speed up, patience, please cause

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And i can't help but stare, cause

Imma bite ya face off

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

This that throw back from afar, whatcha jackin - it's ours

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss