This is a song about "Sex and religion"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Nothing good comes out of religion, and yes im gonna hate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

You way afraid, and your religion founded the kkk,