This is a song about "Weed and sex"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Say you through will all my foul ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed