This is a song about "I ain t a killer but"

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Im cloaking sober, "im not a killer" i told her, but i influenced, like a devil on a shoulder

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I am the killer, horror film addict i rhyme so much i don't need a filler,

But my hearts colder i just hide it like a killer does

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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