This is a song about "Sex love drugs"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Now im a registed sex offender

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets