This is a song about "Sperm shake"

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Way to much right here is at stake

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

But you will learn, if you don't i'm gonna burn you using my sperm.

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

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

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitches shake their booty

Cause instead of being that wasteful sperm

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn