This is a song about "Sex with boss"

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

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

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

Went to a lie detector for a test and the truth came that you had sex with different men

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen