This is a song about "Alcohol and sex"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And in love with her, lets have sex

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat