This is a song about "Girl rapping about sex"

To rapping about, what im about

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

If i told you about my sex life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that