This is a song about "Lyrical killer"

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

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

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Just so happens mine they prefer

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror