This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And in love with her, lets have sex

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation