This is a song about "Murda something"

Fuck, did i hit something?

Hoping that he's listening

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

She thinks this guy isn't a something

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Don't lose something that's so priceless

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

The ones that just wanted something

Tell them niggas we coming

Why dont someone do something

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

See you hoes in the street and i murda ya