This is a song about "Inside outside homicide westiside"

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

In the face of the outside.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And you're, approaching me right

Suspect niggas don't come outside

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

He got hit up that same night

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them