This is a song about "Joy murder"

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

We thinkin you got em and going murder

...not wanted 4 murder...

Going broke, no sir

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

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But trust me that makes the joy better