This is a song about "Weed sex money"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Just who is malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed