This is a song about "Jacking it"

I don't take shit from no one. i don't gotta say a word, i just flip 'em the bird.

Jacking off lateri chew all you bitches up like a now and laterbrain delivered

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Couldn't believe it when i heard it

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

Yes we bout it bout it/

That's when you know you doing shit

Now easy does it, you can't do it like deezy duz it,

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit