This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And in love with her, lets have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

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