This is a song about "Murder it"

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Murder in the villages they ask how i keep killing it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I got that murder feeling please relieve it

It makes you lie and murder, cheat, deceive when you play the game,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Murder everybody thats my asset,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

It would be a crime to commit this murder without a permit

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder