This is a song about "Sex money love"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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