This is a song about "Jays nine homicide"

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

I told him get his 9 and run

In a lyrical homicide

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

If you don't off yourself then i'll do it and call it a homicide

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

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

Yeah, waiting for a change to come