This is a song about "Dog sex"

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Where are you gonna go, dog

Man i spit that pimp talk

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I dont give a fuck about your sex

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

I smoke and let the tree talk

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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