This is a song about "Weed sex money"

It wasn't about the sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And in love with her, lets have sex