This is a song about "Sex money guns"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

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

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex