This is a song about "Murder rap"

I can't ant get away with murder

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

This verbal murder spree

Like hoes down in magic city

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Murder everybody thats my asset,

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

So i murder it, this rap is going to be great

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

We thinkin you got em and going murder

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

Thoughts of bloody murder.

I pipe in and one night her