This is a song about "Jack richards and eden having sex"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just grab a jack, and relax

On behalf of the better half

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,