This is a song about "Money and sex and waffles"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

I only got four minutes

"money and blood don't mix

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap