This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

This is everything that we call hype

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness