This is a song about "Killer instincts"

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

By flesh, i mean our basic instincts, the reality that we see,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter