This is a song about "Violence girls sex money gangs"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And the v12, that's on various trips

A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And my condition to start violence

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,