This is a song about "Head brain and sex"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Kick back and know yo son set

And now there in my head.

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Maybe i need my head inside straightened, brain contemplating

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head