This is a song about "Crying about sex"

If i told you about my sex life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

And getting money is the song i sing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Kids crying in the background

The sun's always out

There's children dying and i am crying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next