This is a song about "Crying about sex"

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

And i just want to hold her

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets