This is a song about "Crip killer"

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Me & mom alone every dinner

She ain't know i was a killer

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,