This is a song about "Why is it murder"

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

It would be a crime to commit this murder without a permit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Why is it that only the battles involving you mindvoid specifically are the ones that are gone?

When will i diebe assured nigga word borncause now it's on you can only survive if you be strong

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Why do you look so surprised, you knew i was gonna murder your rhymes.

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is

Then why love anyone, if it is all going down in vain.

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

If it wasn't then why would i say life is

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Murder in the villages they ask how i keep killing it