This is a song about "Same sex lo"

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind