This is a song about "Love and sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

I've got muslims calling on jesus

And theres no one showin me love