This is a song about "Murder and getting bitches"

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

And lyrically and literally murder you like i'm supposed to