This is a song about "Money and sex"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Young money like drake and nicki

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

"money and blood don't mix

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,