This is a song about "Sex in the city"

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I grew up in nola city,

They say nothings ever free

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

That's the sound of my tool

I first had sex in preschool

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Yeah, waiting for a change to come