This is a song about "Murder bobby"

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

I plot my murder steady

Let me rideuntil i get free

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Murder his family

Fuck fame, fuck money

Barney bobby johnny, they're here to help me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

They say nothings ever free

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby