This is a song about "Murder bitch"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

So i guess that's where i hide my things

It would murder the electronics

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

My god come before this bread

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Here i go again, searching for love

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I murder any stupid bitch once or twice

Murder his family

What them tippers don't see

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