This is a song about "Gay sex nigger"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Exit the v wit my gun out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Because what you spit is gay,

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/