This is a song about "Thugs love sex"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

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

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups