This is a song about "Sex drugs and money"

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

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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,