This is a song about "Killer"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I have no killer degree, cause

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Like cruel killer,badder then a devil

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

I ain't a killer but down push me/

And my kick game beyond crazy

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

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh