This is a song about "Graffi dugs and sex"

Who has nothing better than to put they foot on balls and get toe tagged like foot sex damn bro/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Amen, they say you only live once

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense