This is a song about "Rest and sex"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

So i grabbed a mic and started spitting and the rest,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

And since the best died and rest sighed

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride