This is a song about "Murdered"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

Cause i murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Now that i murdered you and got my revenge how should i end this?

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad