This is a song about "Weed lexi lexi lexi sex"

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Go play with your sex toy

She got back with her old boy

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Because you want lexi to cuddle you while you're weeping aside