This is a song about "Money sex weed"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/