This is a song about "Killer instinct"

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And then along came the wrong man for her

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Look at you, this is the minimal i could diss you, criminal instinct like a scam/

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

I'ma murder anyone that comes near me. call me serial killer

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