This is a song about "Sexual poop"

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Like poop smeared on the walls

Shots, they back and forth

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop