This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And murder leaves no retribution

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap