This is a song about "Sex about shit"

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Immature kid, worry about his own shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Wasn't mine, but that's enough about my shit

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

And not just the shit about busting caps

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Neither you, or you, know shit about me,

She going to borrow some money

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Im not all about that fake shit

See i let my nigga split that