This is a song about "Lyrical killer second coming"

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

The day before is better than the present

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much