This is a song about "Sex and money"

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

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