This is a song about "Atlanta murders"

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Bloody, gory, messy murders. you should throw her in a burner

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Cause i guess all this love shit, it just fuckin murders me

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

To make you watch all the lyrical murders i commit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit