This is a song about "Purple guy murder five kids murderer"

Of course i wouldn't know, i'm no murderer,

I got something you've been waiting for

You're very attractive, and notice that

Im a mass murderer of this shit

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

So how'd this nerved berserk murderer come into existence?

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings