This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

We thinkin you got em and going murder

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight