This is a song about "Sex and hoes"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

We love for a while then a light goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Every year i get it out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,