This is a song about "Killer robots"

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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