This is a song about "Hot nigga killer"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

She ain't know i was a killer