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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next