This is a song about "Sex and demons"

See i'm down with my demons, in my head and i'm bored

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Demons flash the warning lights, i cower and i testify,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat