This is a song about "Sex drugs gangs death gore"

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths