This is a song about "Mob killer"

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

And the last one, he's in the mirror

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

I know you just doing your job

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,