This is a song about "I m demonic sysco in a killer on th mic"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

That i be on this mic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I was born with demonic traits

It’s something that’s in your veins

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I slay em like a #serial #killer

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business