This is a song about "Coke slayer"

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

So you told the cops about his distribution of coke

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job