This is a song about "Smoking crack and sex"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

But in the meantime it's lights please

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,