This is a song about "Seven sex"

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Now im a registed sex offender

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Seventeen eighty seven

Yo, turn me up some

We fight then we have make up sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense