This is a song about "Modern murder"

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

With intent to commit murder

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Murder his family

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

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

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

In the urban envrionemt of modern

So in layman’s terms my words burn

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Thoughts of bloody murder.