This is a song about "Gun and murder"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/

But you never come when you period is five days

And this machine gun pointed at my face,