This is a song about "Why is it murder"

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

So i murder it, this rap is going to be great

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

Murder in the villages they ask how i keep killing it

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Lets come up to my city

Why is it that you hate me?