This is a song about "Bitches murder"

I got something you've been waiting for

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

So let me murder this phony

Let me rideuntil i get free

And murder leaves no retribution

What up girl, tell me how you been

I plot my murder steady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like a predator, ill murder you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Lets come up to my city

This verbal murder spree

Poke out from behind her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

I'd fucking murder myself!

We can never be friends