This is a song about "I murder verses"

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

How many verses i gotta murder to,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Murder show, i give your ass good seats

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Lyricism is sponsored in these verses that i conjure

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Because im remakeing these verses i spit,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

That scary love, never get married love

Cause all i heard is shit in your verses.

I got that murder feeling please relieve it

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit