This is a song about "Shitty sex"

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

So i turn to look and find out

It was shitty without a doubt

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Shitty, you come to this battle unprepared

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

You soundin a little shitty fool,

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets