This is a song about "Joy murder"

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Me and my peeps often meet

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

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

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

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Murder his family