This is a song about "Killer yourself"

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

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

I can taste the salt from my tears

Your better off shootin yourself

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Cause i can't seem to see myself

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

I be on my dark liquor

She ain't know i was a killer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her