This is a song about "Murder"

And everybody's having sex

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Murder everybody thats my asset,

When i get to warwick avenue

Like a predator, ill murder you

But five years from now i bet she see

So let me murder this phony

...not wanted 4 murder...

Poke out from behind her

Murder his family

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her