This is a song about "Kill sex money drugs"

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Trying to get back to this thing called love