This is a song about "Killer instinct"

My mama smoked so god damn much

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

See, i like the person that you are

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

I'm a killer but you shouldn't ask tho

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son