This is a song about "Sex money weed"

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex