This is a song about "Sex money guns"

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns