This is a song about "Lyrical homicide"

The truth about the homicide and why people are traumatized,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Carolina where i made it from

Lady at the frank stand will

Should be poetic or lyrical

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

My uncle pulled me to the side

In a lyrical homicide