This is a song about "Cereal killer"

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

And if i pour some alize in my cereal,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I have no killer degree, cause

I think found where your mind was

She ain't know i was a killer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Even if you not a stripper