This is a song about "Murder niggaz"

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

That's what rains for

Thoughts of bloody murder.

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Of impactful things one can ask for

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

Niggaz is movin' they mouths but they ain't sayin' a thing

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking