This is a song about "Sex with ir gf gun clap work bounce"

See i'm fuckin' em up and i'm eatin', so fuck y'all haters, y'all can clap with ease,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

African queen got what you need

With no work ethic to succeed.

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see