This is a song about "Jacking of"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Of which im not exactly proud of,

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Of being of always getting wired

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high