This is a song about "Killers"

#3 my homework's on the table, so now ill never finish it cause the killers here,

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

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

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

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

In a serial killers point of view

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,