This is a song about "Crying about sex"

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Crying about what i have and they lack

I can always go home and look down my street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Kids crying in the background

You gotta help me out

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Now im a registed sex offender