This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Guess that means you can never be mine

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

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

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex