This is a song about "Lyrical killer"

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

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

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

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Hey, the mind state of a winner

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

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

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

She ain't know i was a killer

Pour out a little liquor