This is a song about "Killer verse"

And you are not around like black fathers

Bf king is ready to finish the verse,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Miley your a bitch spit your shit verse,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

You cant deliver one verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer