This is a song about "Cereal killer"

I pour the cereal and the milk, ready for the taste to be ethereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

She ain't know i was a killer

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer