This is a song about "Sexual igloo"

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Of finding myself as an individual

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Make an issue of me dissin' you with lines colder than an igloo

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

But it was africa the continent we all came from

It's like a whole sexual experience, i'm only the cum

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,