This is a song about "Murdering brad"

Murdering the beat fatality

Look it something they can't ever see

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

Murdering you before you even come up with a thought

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Murdering another bitch

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