This is a song about "Lucy sex clits"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex