This is a song about "Murder s"

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Thoughts of bloody murder.

And that i spent the night with her

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.