This is a song about "Death and love and sex and guns and weed and money and cars"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I’m way harder than the concrete

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Me and your mum had rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next