This is a song about "Sex drugs bitches lamborghini"

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry