This is a song about "Girl murder and no luck"

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

After this battle ill be apprehended, and charged with murder

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I murder, no purpose

Always knew where the pot was

And girl, i ain't got no money to borrow

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

I know you're mad, but so what

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And murder leaves no retribution

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Aint no marrying this game, bloody murder is the name