This is a song about "Sex guns drugs"

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

I call heads, but i get sex/

After lebron, i'm what's next

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence