This is a song about "Drugs and sex"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense