This is a song about "Lyrical murderer"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Of course i wouldn't know, i'm no murderer,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Justen bebar's lyrical rhymed papers

So how'd this nerved berserk murderer come into existence?

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Illiterate! can't understand my lyrical content

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Now god is a murderer this much is true.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

This made me ascent into a dangerous psychopathic murderer

Everybody watching while you touching real money

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be