This is a song about "Murder s"

They will always try whether its murder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

If only i could go back into the 80’s

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I can't ant get away with murder