This is a song about "Money sex drugs women"

With plenty of money and women

And modify your opinion

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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