This is a song about "Sexual stockholm syndrome"

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

You downs-syndrome syphilitic bitch- you should have feared my viciousness

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

Of finding myself as an individual

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin