This is a song about "Sex money drugs"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

All the girls wanna have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next