This is a song about "Food and sex"

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

We can't afford the property taxes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next