This is a song about "Geography and sex"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths