This is a song about "Murder on the moon"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

That cellphone that i bought

I murder you right on the spot

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules