This is a song about "Thugs love sex"

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Another time for the thugs that need love

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Amen, they say you only live once

Great steeple in place to rest thugs