This is a song about "Murders"

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

And this the endso good luck with your career

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cause i guess all this love shit, it just fuckin murders me

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Not too many years ago 3 murders occured,gun was found in my neighbours pool

To make you watch all the lyrical murders i commit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Ironic how murders their eternal goal

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll