This is a song about "Murder a bitch"

Mother-fucking guarantee ill make a murder scene

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

You feel me now, its permanent, great, now i'm convicted of murder, bitch

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Envisioning a murder setting in which these fags are dreading