This is a song about "Sex drugs bitches lamborghini"

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

We fight then we have make up sex

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Versace odor and lamborghini owner