This is a song about "Asians having sex at starbucks"

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Having some prosperity

That's why i'm makin' money

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig