This is a song about "Sex and drugs"

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was