This is a song about "Jack the killer"

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'm a killer and a thriller, the roster's top biller

And sipping the jack they pass

You can't be wiping your ass

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

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

Itchin' to kill again like ichi the killer, scribblin' frivolous

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her