This is a song about "A crazy killer named sba"

I got a friend named chris rent

Just say he's the best

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling