This is a song about "Have sex"

We fight then we have make up sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Now im a registed sex offender

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth