This is a song about "Murder on my mimd"

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

I had the urge to murder mcs on every verse

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'll murder ur my mind and plead insanity.