This is a song about "Ramen and sex"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

The only problem is when i'm hungry and there's only ramen in the cupboard,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream