This is a song about "Cigarette and sex"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes