This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

And word i blew off herb i grew

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds