This is a song about "Money sex and shoes"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress