This is a song about "Titties sex and beer"

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

I just wanna be higher than that

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