This is a song about "Sex drugs and toes"

Disconnect, reconnect, and stay on your toes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I'm the grimreaper and i already got you on your toes

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/