This is a song about "Killer boy"

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

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

I have no killer degree, cause

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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