This is a song about "Sexual igloo"

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

Like casper/ i'm a ghost that can take a sexual apprehension/

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

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

I got rich from a little struggle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

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