This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And murder leaves no retribution

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

A whore is someone who want money for sex