This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.