This is a song about "Finding a killer"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

I'm a killer and a thriller, the roster's top biller

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day