This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her