This is a song about "Sex and depression"

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die