This is a song about "Murda something"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

'if you don't live for something,

Fuck, did i hit something?

And yea we both coming

Blasts something. pasts exploited for nothing.

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Im happier when high and drunk

Im tryin something different

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Numb nothings that think they worth something

Weak stomach, i need something

I'm on the run, keep running

They are the coaches in this

She say something something spanish

Smoking something like tea leaves

Can barely walk the city streets