This is a song about "Guns money sex drugs"

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Here i go again, falling in love

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine