This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

We thinkin you got em and going murder

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

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

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter