This is a song about "Intimate"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

On a mission for twin additions, your destination, love's intimate fruition

Intimate when i spit my irreverent testaments

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I just get so deep into it, searching for something intimate

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

So if they better than the kid

Feminine’s getting intimate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Into could separate intimate was not to generate

Infamous for ruinin innocence by gettin intimate

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate