This is a song about "Money sex weed girls"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

Just who is malcolm sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers