This is a song about "Sex money murder"

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Murder his family

Fuck fame, fuck money

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex