This is a song about "Money sex guns"

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Just who is malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

And we havin' rough sex