This is a song about "Murder corps s"

Murder his family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Say bye bye to her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Super magic, abracadabra kid

The outline which you n****s out dated

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though