This is a song about "Murder"

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Why we gotta argue

Well how about i murder you

Thoughts of bloody murder.

She should have invited her

Let me rideuntil i get free

I plot my murder steady

And now your best friend's having kids

It would murder the electronics

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

More money that mean less sleep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat