This is a song about "Murder bitch"

I'd fucking murder myself!

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

It would murder the electronics

The youngest of my mother kids

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I plot my murder steady

Well how about i murder you

And word i blew off herb i grew

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

We thinkin you got em and going murder

I never use a fork i always spoon her

It didn't have to be relationship murder