This is a song about "Murder on aship"

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Looking at your money

Murder his family

Murder everybody thats my asset,

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

It would murder the electronics

The youngest of my mother kids

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner