This is a song about "Natalie cain"

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

If you don't off yourself then i'll do it and call it a homicide

Even if you not a stripper

She ain't know i was a killer

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

The truth about the homicide and why people are traumatized,

But we having sex tonight

In a lyrical homicide

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I have no killer degree, cause