This is a song about "Killer robots"

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

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

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

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

She ain't know i was a killer

I don’t care where ya are

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Pour out a little liquor