This is a song about "Murder you"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

You mother fucka claim you murder things

Not king james, these were coke kings

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

When you talk about murder, you're only killing yourself.

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Ill murder all of you while your dick is inside, go ahead and sue

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

And lyrically and literally murder you like i'm supposed to