This is a song about "Money sex guns"

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets