This is a song about "Marcus with the homicide"

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

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Its not homicide, if nobody testifies,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

The savage with the statics

Wish i could shed all these tears

Still the man with the pan

Self made self paid man

Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

I kill you with this beat, commit a homicide

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,