This is a song about "Guaranteed sex"

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Test me, guaranteed you'll fall to your knees

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I ain't going down like that that's guaranteed a fact

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread