This is a song about "Murder bitch"

I think you and your friends

I'd fucking murder myself!

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

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

...not wanted 4 murder...

The only time i flirt with her

Huh, i can't interpret her

With intent to commit murder

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

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

So let me murder this phony

On they twitter writing novels, see

So here i am at the store for some chips

It would murder the electronics

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side