This is a song about "Sex mony drugs guns"

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,