This is a song about "A sloth killer"

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I couldn't get any bigger

She ain't know i was a killer

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer