This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex