This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And in love with her, lets have sex

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And we havin' rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder