This is a song about "Fighting drugs guns sex"

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

But im sick of the fighting

I was born to do the damn thing

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense