This is a song about "Marcus with the homicide"

Big stacks, no lego bricks

The savage with the statics

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Paper planes, long flights

Done with the corny rhymes

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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