This is a song about "Money weed sex"

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

I must go like fly route

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

After lebron, i'm what's next

I call heads, but i get sex/