This is a song about "Sex and money and weed"

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I don't know defeat

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Can't win with a passive attack

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet