This is a song about "Pimping and nasty sex"

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Convertibles with turbo jets

And we havin' rough sex

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And once he's gone, the nasty realization that i'm all alone.

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles