This is a song about "Love sex money"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

The sun's always out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex