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

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I hate it when they card asians

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

The jiggas and the tips

Ain't the same thang as asians,"