This is a song about "Murdering your br"

I know what you do with that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Forward to murdering you slowly,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I'll never call you bitch again

Just put your hand on the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

I used to have a nine to five