This is a song about "Jackin off"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Ok so ima start this off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Speed up, patience, please cause

I'll scream my fucking head off

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I ain't jackin no parts, i ain't attacking the charts

Get off, for i pop off

They right too cause

In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone