This is a song about "Sex and drugstore"

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

You would bet on malcolm sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Who has nothing better than to put they foot on balls and get toe tagged like foot sex damn bro/

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/