This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

After lebron, i'm what's next

And in love with her, lets have sex

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.