This is a song about "Jerking of"

Top of my pile of bodies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Preaching to the choir though

Return of the king of flow

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Jerking so hard, i'm gonna get a strain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Of potential cases

Or know them testament verses