This is a song about "Sex money weed"

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/