This is a song about "Sex mony drugs guns"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence