This is a song about "Ops territory killer"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tell her family she ran away to the out back of northern territory

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Niggas is working forever my bars

I have no killer degree, cause

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Even if you not a stripper

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory