This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Better yet they work my every nerve

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.