This is a song about "Sexual igloo"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Of finding myself as an individual

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Most of these individuals pushed me to an igloo, explains my cruelty

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

A million nasty things went through my mind

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

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation