This is a song about "Being murdered"

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Like what the fuck, just her luck though she got murdered by me,

Murdered you on the flat screen

I see a young teen

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Now that i murdered you and got my revenge how should i end this?

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Cause i murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave