This is a song about "Homicide 187 patron"

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Purp and patron can seal the deal

All my love to these queens in here

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

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

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

The truth about the homicide and why people are traumatized,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find