This is a song about "Sexual changes"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

So much changes when you make meager decisions,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Saying that we need some changes

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Different stages, criticizing for different changes

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

No one notice your struggle