This is a song about "Thugs love sex"

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks