This is a song about "Murder on aship"

And murder leaves no retribution

With a little bit of passion

On me i'll murder your mom.i'm obviously wrong and mean,they call me a verse-

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

The way we murder beats on single tracks, what tactics,

I can't ant get away with murder

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

The only time i flirt with her

They will always try whether its murder

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/