This is a song about "Weed money sex"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

If you to check out

And in love with her, lets have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets