This is a song about "Sex money drugs hoes"

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed