This is a song about "Sex money and weed"

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

They at the same spot they making no progress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap