This is a song about "Murders"

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

To make you watch all the lyrical murders i commit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Ironic how murders their eternal goal

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

And men'll chase love

Murders make me nauseous,

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Street stayed quiet murders was left to be unheard.