This is a song about "Sexual frustration"

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

My stainless release stress and frustration through a niggas chest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

That's why i put my words in my music, to let frustration vent,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

And turn it into a non-sexual abrasion/ and my dedication is my evaluation/