This is a song about "Weed money sex"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

It wasn't about the sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex