This is a song about "A murder"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Eastenders ha ha try an murder me i'll just get a surgeon to perform surgery

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Envisioning a murder setting in which these fags are dreading

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

She don’t give her nigga head

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

I can handle a murder myself, i do not need a special division

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million