This is a song about "Murders"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Everyday we do it right, we're always duckin' murders,

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Than the shit that murders diabetics, and i'll beat ya,

Murders make me nauseous,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

To make you watch all the lyrical murders i commit

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

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

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer