This is a song about "Killer rhyms"

Me & mom alone every dinner

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her