This is a song about "Sex love and money"

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city