This is a song about "Jacking off behind the dumpster"

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

He'll be at home jacking off later

I thought i recognized her

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Are you other mc's enjoying the view from behind?

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Scratch the surface and you might find, something even crazier behind

A flashy king behind the scenes

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Hopes you slip off your path and lies behind its mask with a jeering

And the hugs from behind

Uh, this what's been on my mind