This is a song about "Sex momey drugs alcohol gangs violence"

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And my condition to start violence

I can taste the salt from my tears