This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

After lebron, i'm what's next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you