This is a song about "Sex drugs women"

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

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

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I pop one, you pop one

Ross and folarin, couple women

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex