This is a song about "Lyrical killer"

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

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

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

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

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her