This is a song about "Jacking up"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

My shield a paper spittin words like vaporhe'll be at home jacking off

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Some niggas ain't got no luck