This is a song about "Money and sex and waffles and world war 2"

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

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

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And i need you to show me love

Rich off of grammer like i'm managing frasier, cheers

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It has been 2 years now, and you're still lying about the money

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love