This is a song about "Murder niggaz"

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Huh, i can't interpret her

With intent to commit murder

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Together all the timethought it was true love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter