This is a song about "Murder on aship"

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

It didn't have to be relationship murder

And now that i’m getting money

Murder his family

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And murder leaves no retribution

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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