This is a song about "Matthew coon"

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

I'm a killer but you shouldn't ask tho

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Miami nights, it was all a dream