This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

We thinkin you got em and going murder

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

And we havin' rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense