This is a song about "Sex money guns"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

If you to check out

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette