This is a song about "Sex money guns"

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex