This is a song about "The boston massacre"

I massacre you while you are on the jon

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Sandy hook didn't happen boston marathon jeez

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You can take the heat like boston

You witnessing a massacre

When we not in summer

You're pleas for mercy wont stop this massacre

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her