This is a song about "Murder she wrote"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Fooling you with the bars that i wrote

Screamin murder bloodier than gore

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I can't ant get away with murder

Tell me what i should've wrote.

I fucking hate this job

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Murder his family

Cause some of you bitches funny