This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

We can't afford the property taxes

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex