This is a song about "A killler"

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

That we picked up at the last concert

Could i make you my baby

I'm a grade a o g

Just a warning not a threat

Finding more light to shed

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Like a baby without a diaper

When you feel like this

Spit a poem or a diss

With a ba and a masters

So you finally got the nerve

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her