This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

? all white but the phantom is all black

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap