This is a song about "Nigger killer"

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I have no killer degree, cause

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Good love then i can do that for her

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger