This is a song about "Weed money sex"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I call heads, but i get sex/

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat