This is a song about "Murder"

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I plot my murder steady

Murder everybody thats my asset,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep