This is a song about "Anal sex with black men daily"

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

This was shit i dealt with daily as i grew,

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Look it something they can't ever see

And this is what they have to put up with daily/

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex