This is a song about "Sperm"

Cursin' as i'm spurtin' and herded my sperm in her cervix

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Helicopters on the set of my sales

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

First off congratulations on the win

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

Sperm made you. so keep talking shit and this knife will fade you.

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

My sperm on your face like it’s a rainy day

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

I got rich from a little struggle

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Cause instead of being that wasteful sperm

I have a dick like a cannon and sperm like a cannonball

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all