This is a song about "I m a killer"

But c-can't look up in that mirror

She ain't know i was a killer

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

I was ready to attack anything like a killer bee colony

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

When i come back to kill them they better be a real good killer

I slay em like a #serial #killer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her