This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Always knew where the pot was

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And in love with her, lets have sex

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

We thinkin you got em and going murder

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her