This is a song about "Weed money sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers