This is a song about "Killer rhyms"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

She ain't know i was a killer

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Where you belong with your family

I ain't a killer but down push me/