This is a song about "Sex and depression"

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

In the lambo looking like a fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess