This is a song about "Killer bars"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Real g when i'm spitting bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Journey in the mind of this serial killer