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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Show a level of love for it

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You are living proof that god has a sense of humor.

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

You gotta a lot of big words, but your rhymes are full of non sense.

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

But if we are together again lets make a love pool

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Now god is a murderer this much is true.

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two