This is a song about "Soiled it"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

And i must admit

She says it, you do it

It's crazy ain't it, hard to explain it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I know the world been waiting for that

You think you're in it, to win it,

Yes we bout it bout it/

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

And you all will respect that

I dont watch it i play with it

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Yes we bout it bout it/