This is a song about "Money sex and shoes"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And in love with her, lets have sex

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Zero options to choose