This is a song about "Murder a bitch"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Ready to murder you like 2pac, roll a blunt, smoke your ashes

Envisioning a murder setting in which these fags are dreading

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I murder any stupid bitch once or twice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Like a predator, ill murder you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Capture youthful murder essence, skills? are those a curse or blessing,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Now you speaking my language

Stop actin like a little bitch

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad