This is a song about "Sperm shake"

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I killed my manager with an iron

Cause instead of being that wasteful sperm

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around