This is a song about "My porn"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I watch porn wishing i could make it

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Are you into one direction and gay porn photographs?

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

But i cant even look at some porn with out my parents flipping shit

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Let me consult my magic tome stashed away within this stack of porn

I come through erect in the scene, like a porn star's penis.

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give