This is a song about "Sex money weed"

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I can always go home and look down my street

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths