This is a song about "Killer speach"

She ain't know i was a killer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

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

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

When i’m looking in the mirror

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I have no killer degree, cause

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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