This is a song about "Contract killer"

Now the devil has a contract to sign

Chasing money in the city of crime

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

But he wanted to retract, cut the pack, and destroyed the contract

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I ain't a killer but down push me/

So gon' and be my dealer baby