This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

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

We thinkin you got em and going murder

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine