This is a song about "Its murder"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And murder leaves no retribution

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I can't ant get away with murder

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

You feel me now, its permanent, great, now i'm convicted of murder, bitch

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

So let me murder this phony

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like a predator, ill murder you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew