This is a song about "Joy murder"

Turn it up a little more

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

They will always try whether its murder

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Well how about i murder you

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans