This is a song about "Murder"

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

I'd fucking murder myself!

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Murder everybody thats my asset,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

It didn't have to be relationship murder

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

It would murder the electronics

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Murder everybody with the heavyset flow,

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though