This is a song about "Sex love and money"

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds