This is a song about "Cars money women drug sex"

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops