This is a song about "We don t need sex"

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

That we need to discuss

And men'll chase love

You know i be teasing, though

We locked, you need the combo/

Westside, bitch i run mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

We need mandela , still we need mandela