This is a song about "Murderous"

Thought is shrouded in shadows murderous discretion is his profession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Its a fact, that i gotta murderous will

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

This is sick murderous an undeniable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will