This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let me teach you all the sounds of love