This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles