This is a song about "Murder god"

J. cole's her ghost writer

Thoughts of bloody murder.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

I think you and your friends

I'd fucking murder myself!

Wit my kin that i came in wit

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

I am the sole leader

With intent to commit murder

It didn't have to be relationship murder

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll