This is a song about "Murder money"

Music is money, money isn't music

Get the zippo and spark the shit

They will always try whether its murder

And that i spent the night with her

Little more weed, first class seats

/ the only thing i murder beats,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

It would murder the electronics

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So let me murder this phony

I plot my murder steady

They say nothings ever free

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder