This is a song about "Murder bitch"

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Murder everybody thats my asset,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

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

And losin all his money

Murder his family

...not wanted 4 murder...

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

It would murder the electronics

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I murder any stupid bitch once or twice