This is a song about "Murder bitch"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

They will always try whether its murder

It didn't have to be relationship murder

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

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

I'd fucking murder myself!

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

We thinkin you got em and going murder

They say nothings ever free

Murder his family

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep