This is a song about "Geography and sex"

The sex sounds you made behind my bed floor and told me it was just the tv in tend

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

I like big butts and i cannot lie

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets