This is a song about "Murder"

So let me murder this phony

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Ay yo you wonder who i are

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

And murder leaves no retribution

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Murder everybody with the heavyset flow,

I murder, no purpose

My nigga, its all love

This verbal murder spree

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

It didn't have to be relationship murder

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her