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

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Get money then bitches

I'm in love with your business

See i let my nigga split that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers