Murder She Wrote Video (MV)

Murder she wrote
I had to kill a pimp so I could murder his hoe
I'm pulling the levy but I need a hand cause it's heavy
I swear that these lyrics is holding it steady
Without me you're like a piñata that's missing confetti
I ordered a pack so you better be getting it ready

F*ck with me I'm proudly petty
Shoot up your momma crib when dinner ready
Go eat it in heaven I'm heaven-sent
Me and my God are the only thing relevant
It's prevalent I can see em building settlement
Monuments of all my relevance

Edic you gon breed a better man
Better than this shit
Bitch f*ck em all

Weaving in and out of cars
Never met another motherf*cker from the planet mars
Ima superstar this a super car it go fast
I ain't even on a path
I was probably a dad
Ima blame my troubled past

Then write it down
'Cause Bobby loves when mo-f*ckas rap
I ain't pressed about the last bitch
'Cause the new one don't do none
Upgrades Ima do some
F*ck around and Ima get a new one

Ass fat
Calamari and extended mags
Macaroni with a pull me tag
Broke as shit but I make shorty laugh