This is a song about "Jiri and julius sex life"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Thought this was forever love

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Just saying there's more than sex in life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Put to rest feeling of life ain't got no stress at best it's safe sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks