This is a song about "Murder the masses"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

It would murder the electronics

/ the only thing i murder beats,

I said believe in your dreams

She can make a pimp fall in love

Young king for the masses

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Who knew words could influence the masses

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love