This is a song about "Animatronic killers"

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I'm after you bringing traffic through

In a serial killers point of view

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse