This is a song about "Everyone respects the killer except the one in front of the gun"

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I will demolish everyone who gets in the way of my solace.

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack