This is a song about "Turtles having sex on the subset"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Had i not been exposed to these things

We are having the time of our lives

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river