This is a song about "Murder and shit"

We thinkin you got em and going murder

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

And murder is all around us, why shouldn't i do the same

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

And i'm ill when i murder shit, pages split the pencil,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Murder you nigga and put you in my basin

And all the laughter i'd capture after havin' to murder you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada