This is a song about "I would kill my self for madison"

I force myself into my old self again,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I live for the thrill, addicted to the kill.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I can kill these writens i my sleep

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

See i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I kill for the real it,

Well, i can handle that