This is a song about "Kobe having butt sex"

You kids don't know me, cold clutch like kobe.

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

They say nothings ever free

Having some prosperity

They vaguely decipher my language

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex