This is a song about "Kill murder blood rack boob"

Murder his family

Took my heart away from money

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

See i let my nigga split that

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

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder