This is a song about "Lyrical homicide"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

In a lyrical homicide

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

If you don't off yourself then i'll do it and call it a homicide

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Went out and had a church of kids

Some lyrical bullets,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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