This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And murder leaves no retribution

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

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

Typed his name in the system and they couldn't find his identity

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed