This is a song about "Murder 187"

So let me murder this phony

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I murder, no purpose

So now this work's been worthless

This verbal murder spree

Bitch, i might make you my baby

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

I plot my murder steady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat