This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

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

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

You reflect in this heart of mine

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time