This is a song about "Crying about sex"

And i like my window tinted out

Kids crying in the background

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

I dont give a fuck about your sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Crying about what i have and they lack

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex