This is a song about "Sex mony drugs guns"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Just who is malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince