This is a song about "Crazy killer"

I slay em like a #serial #killer

But is you trynna be dinner

His smile drives me crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Me my crew are crazy,

Hopin' that my niggas see

I don't know call me crazy

We got money to go get baby

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I have no killer degree, cause

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

I got something you've been waiting for

She ain't know i was a killer

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm nuts man i'm crazy