This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

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

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex