This is a song about "Having sex with yo bitch"

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

You know i took yo bitch

Never agree with that message

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone