This is a song about "Dog sex thrust"

And control this shit yourself dog.

Don’t like to see when she talk

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

After lebron, i'm what's next

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

And we havin' rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

No match to my flow, dog

And i listen to thought

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Okay man you do the drop

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/