This is a song about "Me having sex with my crush"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

My sex out this world she call me martion dick

That was closest to me having a family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

It's a sin for me to win cause i could crush you with a fist made outta fuckin mist

Having a kid is fine with me

Do you think i'm crazy

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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