This is a song about "Drugs anxiety sex love"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

Must be something you want me to see

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex