This is a song about "Lyrical murder"

Of one day getting older

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Some lyrical bullets,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Lyrical wizardry

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

...not wanted 4 murder...

How simple they are

So let me murder this phony

Hopin' that my niggas see