This is a song about "Money sex drugs women"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs