This is a song about "Drugs and sex"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

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

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

And get me some more drugs

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense