This is a song about "Killers"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

They ain't killers they're a sleaze

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

To see that this is my serial killers point of view.

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

In a serial killers point of view

The boa know they loving the crew