This is a song about "Psycopathic killer"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

She ain't know i was a killer

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch