This is a song about "Jerking of"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

On my fucking dick, it's jerking

And this will be the song that we sing

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Hopin' that my niggas see

Beaches of normandy.

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Out of this coviction of feelings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Of being of always getting wired