This is a song about "Murder bitch"

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Let me rideuntil i get free

So let me murder this phony

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I can't ant get away with murder

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

They will always try whether its murder

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

It didn't have to be relationship murder

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

J. cole's her ghost writer

...not wanted 4 murder...

Well how about i murder you

I'm tryna learn somethin new