This is a song about "Jacking of"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Of being of always getting wired

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

The time is now, on everything

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door