This is a song about "Beat killer"

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I have no killer degree, cause

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Said when i do dirt wit her

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer