This is a song about "Killer up inside of me"

Every time i look into your #eyes a piece of me dies i can feel it #inside

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Listen to every word that i slur

Your touch makes me burn up inside

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

The malady living inside of me,

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Which you know i'm different, right

Trying to climb up inside,

Hey, must be the money

I couldn't leave this inside of me.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The malady living inside of me,