This is a song about "Love sex money"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due