This is a song about "Sex drugs mafia"

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds