This is a song about "Guns drugs money and sex"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers