This is a song about "Murder and getting bitches"

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

A happy home, that's my fantasy

I'll murder ur my mind and plead insanity.

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

And murder leaves no retribution

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her