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

It's certain, i'm the star behind the curtain

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

A flashy king behind the scenes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

We can't settle for the devil, leave a letter behind,

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

He'll be at home jacking off later

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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