This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

We gotta get back to what really matters

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And murder leaves no retribution

I know they pay me too much of attention

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin