This is a song about "Asylum killer"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

When im done with you youll be put in an insane asylum

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I ain't a killer but down push me/

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I have no killer degree, cause

Watching for hollow-tip shots