This is a song about "Murder rappers"

What them tippers don't see

I plot my murder steady

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

It would murder the electronics

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

So let me murder this phony

Walk into my great place, cozy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Murder his family

These underground rappers would straight murder for half a verse,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Well how about i murder you