This is a song about "Murder the masses"

Who knew words could influence the masses

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Young king for the masses

She can make a pimp fall in love

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

It would murder the electronics

/ the only thing i murder beats,

In private, not public in the streets

I murder you right on the spot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop