This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense