This is a song about "My sperm"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My sperm on your face like it’s a rainy day

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

So if it comes down, may the best man win

White with a badge or anyone

Grab my knife and my gun

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin