This is a song about "Homicide"

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

Like i no longer existed mysteriously missingalthough i'm worldwide baby i ain't hard to find

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Its not homicide, if nobody testifies,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

If you don't off yourself then i'll do it and call it a homicide

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

I kill you with this beat, commit a homicide