This is a song about "Sex money weed"

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Exit the v wit my gun out

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

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete