This is a song about "Black murder"

I can't ant get away with murder

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'd fucking murder myself!

And if you pay for that yourself

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I plot my murder steady

Once as a slave who imagined being free

So let me murder this phony

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

It would murder the electronics

So i guess that's where i hide my things

That's why i'm makin' money

Murder his family

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul