This is a song about "Homicide 187 patron"

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

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

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I kill you with this beat, commit a homicide

Who know this be the life that i really live

Its not homicide, if nobody testifies,

In a lyrical homicide

For now everything just seem so right

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Purp and patron can seal the deal