This is a song about "Killer instinct"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I have no killer degree, cause

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips