This is a song about "Sex money murder"

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

If you to check out

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

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

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

My records sell, yes sir

Thoughts of bloody murder.