This is a song about "Sex and alcohol"

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree