This is a song about "Money sex weed girls"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Look around: we the largest in the game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Girls now days i swear down there all sex mad