This is a song about "Money sex weed girls"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you