This is a song about "Drum murder"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Like a predator, ill murder you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Murder everybody thats my asset,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

It would murder the electronics

They will always try whether its murder

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Looking at your money

Murder his family

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system