This is a song about "You are a murderer of love"

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You are a pretender one of those main offenders.

We are a bung of goons,

Its cold as shit in this booth

And you are, never gonna even be a speed bump, cause i don't need love

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

You write about love and you think you above all of

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be