This is a song about "Sex whit u"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

After lebron, i'm what's next

And we havin' rough sex

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records