This is a song about "Sex and drugs"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

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

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

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