This is a song about "Drugs money and sex"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I just wanna be higher than that

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine