This is a song about "Murder shittt"

They will always try whether its murder

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I plot my murder steady

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I can't ant get away with murder

They tested with stress that they under

Murder his family

I reel them in, goadomes on see

What preceded was the clue

Well how about i murder you

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

We thinkin you got em and going murder