This is a song about "Lyrical murderer"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So how'd this nerved berserk murderer come into existence?

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Now god is a murderer this much is true.

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

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

Spitting till i feel lyrical cramps

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Of course i wouldn't know, i'm no murderer,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I gotta question for you man

Lyrical click clack bang