This is a song about "Killer mog"

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

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

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

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

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

When it comes to spitting that fire