This is a song about "Joy murder"

Thoughts of bloody murder.

That's what rains for

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

I'd fucking murder myself!

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

But trust me that makes the joy better

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at 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