This is a song about "Dark psychotic killer"

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Y'all similes is literal shit

They start turning psychotic

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

I talk to myself in the dark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

The psychotic dork with a knife as a fork like

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

I have no killer degree, cause

Organized crime, i kill your boss