This is a song about "Sexual frustration"

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

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

I bite my pen due to frustration, you can't imagine any of the shit i've been in

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration