This is a song about "Why is it murder"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Why is it that i must devastate

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

It would murder the electronics

Why is it that you hate me?

She going to borrow some money

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

I kind of look up to satan as a god, so why is it,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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