This is a song about "Money sex and shoes"

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Part of me though, is searching for answers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Dominating of the eastside shall commence