This is a song about "Joy murder"

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Have you ever felt joy? then you mustve felt pain.

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

See, you niggas hated and i levitated further

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

It didn't have to be relationship murder

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Murder you notable, murder you glasses