This is a song about "Drugs and sex"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks