This is a song about "Sexual reporduction"

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

A million nasty things went through my mind

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel