This is a song about "Squirrel sex"

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

She says your sex aint legit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Squirrel is running on the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I'll make you hurl i'm sick and higher than a squirrel would sit

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Squirrel is running on the roof

We fight then we have make up sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And in love with her, lets have sex