This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

We thinkin you got em and going murder

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her