This is a song about "King kills"

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

So here i am at the store for some chips

See, now im the fucking king

Fuck it, im leaving

Someone drugged me too many pills which i hope succeeds to be the thing that kills

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Dare ya, take out the king/

Flapjack, ooh he bring

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Ain't no fairyou can stay longer

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

I'm feelin like a king,