This is a song about "Sex desire"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You took me in, under your own desire/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Grown men never should bite their tongue