This is a song about "Bitches and money and sex"

But you hate them navel kisses

Get money then bitches

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

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