This is a song about "Money sex weed"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

A whore is someone who want money for sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next