This is a song about "Sex love and money"

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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