This is a song about "Mean phrases"

We don't ever make love

The floor with your phrases,

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Just tell them end of discussion

I mean i'm just askin

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

I think found where your mind was

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases