This is a song about "Masked murder"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Masked up black mac deeper than a crack horde

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Going broke, no sir

Thoughts of bloody murder.

She going to borrow some money

Murder his family

Your brother's getting older

With intent to commit murder

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

The boa know they loving the crew

Well how about i murder you