This is a song about "My sperm"

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

He’s tha only one

My words are my rhythm

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I have a dick like a cannon and sperm like a cannonball

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My position improving, not to mention

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

That's why i'm makin' money

That is my wish, my fantasy.