This is a song about "Money weed sex"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

I call heads, but i get sex/

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

A whore is someone who want money for sex