This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

After lebron, i'm what's next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

And murder leaves no retribution

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him