This is a song about "Girls sex boys cars"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

I feel like i got fifty cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Another dead woman,another bad boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

The girls do not bother me but the boys cannot buzz off like a bee

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next