This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

3 times, show me your peace sign

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

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

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her