This is a song about "Sex love and money"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//