This is a song about "Sex and drugs"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex