This is a song about "Baby killers"

In a serial killers point of view

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

I swear they think i'm crazy

And i know love me baby