This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes