This is a song about "Evil killer robots"

And the last one, he's in the mirror

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

Diablo, the one known as unholy and evil

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil