This is a song about "Murder murder gangster shit"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

They will always try whether its murder

And i'm ill when i murder shit, pages split the pencil,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And murder leaves no retribution

And non-nigga friends got it with him

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

We thinkin you got em and going murder

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And the streets is getting colder

...not wanted 4 murder...