This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

But i guess that shit's just tough love

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

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

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