This is a song about "Drugs and sex"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

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

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs