This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur