This is a song about "Sex the streets poverty"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

No time to plot retreats

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Played our beats on the streets