This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

My hat is always the color of cactus

We thinkin you got em and going murder

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And murder leaves no retribution

Where god at? i need to call him

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

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