This is a song about "A naga killer"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

And there's little to be glad for

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

She ain't know i was a killer

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow