This is a song about "Killer bars"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Real g when i'm spitting bars

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer