This is a song about "Sex and bands"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I can always go home and look down my street

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track