This is a song about "Murder on a trail"

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Pass any court date without a trail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Wish i could shed all these tears