This is a song about "Sex drugs and nice cars"

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex