This is a song about "Killer boy"

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

She ain't know i was a killer

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

I slay em like a #serial #killer

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

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

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

I have no killer degree, cause

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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