This is a song about "Lyrical killer second coming"

When i’m looking in the mirror

She ain't know i was a killer

But she was talking about my pendant

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

See, i like the person that you are

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

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

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

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and