This is a song about "Buzz killer"

Took the van, went snatch her

She ain't know i was a killer

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

He comes back sometimes and tries to ruin my buzz

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I have no killer degree, cause

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

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

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,