This is a song about "Why is it murder"

I know the world been waiting for that

I got that murder feeling please relieve it

Why, why is he tripping down?

I don't want no fucking crown

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I guess that's the way it is, why is that supposed to be?

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Murder in the villages they ask how i keep killing it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

It would murder the electronics

They bringing me fish and chips

Hey, must be the money

Why is it that you hate me?

Why is it that i must devastate

You want a husband, but no one has a cape