This is a song about "Sexual rep"

Half y'all vets is heartless and rep regardless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Kick back and know yo son set

I just went up four levels of rep

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,