This is a song about "Murder u ain t about nothing u can get found bloody"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fuck u, u don't get a sign of prevalence

Get u a pot to pee?

Fuck fame, fuck money

You're the corner stone

If u wanna get home

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

U can see me walking u can see me jogging talking to myself

Push my buttons...u can get the heat like a microwave....

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

So u can take me home again

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Baby, you know who you are