This is a song about "Ops territory killer"

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Just so happens mine they prefer

She ain't know i was a killer

And mine somewhere bout mars

I have no killer degree, cause

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

He knew he was predator who wants to reap souls for his territory

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver