This is a song about "Jane the killer"

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

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

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

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

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

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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