This is a song about "Getting caught wanking by your mum"

No more getting chased by space cadets.

After lebron, i'm what's next

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Getting knocked down by some pussy ass clowns.

Gettin caught by the cop

And it don’t stop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

I feel your love reeling me n your temple surely caught me,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex