This is a song about "Jane the killer"

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Just before they seen my money in the green

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch