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

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

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

Oh its over whole time she knows this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches