This is a song about "Killer squirrels"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

She ain't know i was a killer

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar