This is a song about "Myrder you"

South beach fountain blue

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Indubitably i'm too street

You take what you don't need.

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Nobody cares about you except you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

You know you wanna quit

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

You know that i love you