This is a song about "Guitar and sex"

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

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

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent