This is a song about "Imma murder you"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

You pull up in parking lots

Imma tell you something thats boss

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Murder you nigga and put you in my basin

Treated you so good but now imma jew

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Imma show you what im all about

Exit the v wit my gun out

I murder you right on the spot

That means i have no block

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

You mother fucka claim you murder things