This is a song about "Guns drugs sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash