This is a song about "Sex love and money"

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Amen, they say you only live once

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

I love the money but i hate the cheese

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that